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Weight of the warm bread

Benazir Mandal

24 Jul 2026 — 1 min read

Cherished in tastebuds
Everything from the mart shelves
I bought happy sugar candies impromptu
Too much salt seasoned the words
Still the hunger for filling the pages
Stringing those chords
Though the air feels adventurous, crisp
I am in need for the softness on lips
And the assuring weight of warm bread
The mystery of the crust coming out of the womb of the oven ,
The aromas of damp sweetness , second best after the rain
Trying the hardest than the power
to nourish each smile to bloom
Grabbing the finger of hope.

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